1. |
Places To Be
03:57
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Only half awake most days,
Seems like this feelings never gonna break,
Multitudes of ways,
To take what I say,
Way to Literally,
Im only speaking,
Figuratively
Drinking on the balcony, watch the lightening strike over me,
Few friends where they need to be cause Im not alone,
And I’l think of you next morning
And how I forgot to call
But my alarm keeps on taunting me,
Ive gotta go,
Where I don’t wanna go
The sleep of reason produces monsters,
And Im sick of lying, awake, beside them
Should I fight them?
Or wait for them to go away?
Drinking on the balcony, watch the lightening strike over me,
Few friends where they need to be cause Im not alone,
And I’l think of you next morning
And how I forgot to call
But my alarm keeps on taunting me,
Ive gotta go,
Where I don’t wanna go
And I’l think of you next morning
And how I forgot to call
But my alarm keeps on taunting me,
Ive gotta go
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2. |
Effort Vs. Reward
04:28
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I’m trying to hard to make you laugh
And it isn’t working
So I’ll just keep on talking,
Until you find that something,
That you wanna hear…
So let your eyes glaze over,
I’ll drink your viscous tears,
No, don’t worry about me,
I’ve been boring myself for years
Why won’t they take me seriously?
(I’m trying to hard to make you laugh
And it isn’t working)
I’ve been trying to hard,
For way to long,
To make you notice,
And it just isn’t working,
Just isn’t working,
They’ve been looking through me all evening,
Think I’ll leave unnoticed,
And they’ll just keep on talking,
They won’t know I’m missing,
I’ll just walk home in the cold,
(I’m trying to hard to make you laugh
And it isn’t working)
I’ve been trying to hard,
For way to long,
To make you notice,
And it just isn’t working
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3. |
(Backwards, Bending)
01:08
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4. |
The Slipping Forecast
03:49
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I’ve been slipping as I’ve been walking,
Again,
Underneath the slimy thoughts I’ve been thinking,
And I’ve been picking up sticks from trees,
Trying piece them back so peacefully
So call me a fucking sponge,
Cause I’m so self absorbed,
Wrung me out one to many times before
Theres nothing like a backhanded compliment,
Why don’t you say what you really meant?
(He’s got good feet for a big man,
there’s not doubt about it)
No-one wants hear about your breakdown,
In Westfield Stratford City shopping centre,
No-one wants to see your existential crisis,
In Westfield Shepards Bush shopping centre
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5. |
Unsafe Lengths
03:28
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Shirts off,
Jump in,
What you waiting for?
The sign says ‘No Swimming’
But we’re going anyway,
Going anyway,
Leave your self,
Conscious self,
By the shore,
What you waiting for?
We won’t do this when we’re old,
So I’ll meet you by the watering hole,
Around three,
I’ll bring the beer,
You bring the company
Keep our clothes on till the last minute,
Thought it said no swimming?
But we’re going anyway,
Going anyway,
Shirts off jump in,
What you waiting for?
The sign says no swimming,
We’ll leave our clothes on till the last minute,
I’m sure it said no swimming
We won’t do this when we’re old,
So I’ll meet you by the watering hole,
Around three,
I’ll bring the beer,
You bring the company
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6. |
(Alien Beaches)
01:21
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7. |
Water, Revisited
02:33
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Loosing my grip on both sides,
This isn’t how I remember me,
Growing bolder with more time,
Is this how you remember me?
Drowning,
Without her,
Washing my hair now its longer,
Breathing,
Underwater,
Washing my hair now its longer
And now I feel,
Now I feel,
Now I’m feeling like water,
Drowning,
Without her,
Washing my hair now its longer,
Breathing,
Underwater,
Washing my hair now its longer
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